Old Pianist

The maintenance of Mind is a disappointment. Maintenance of practice is a lot better. Even the memory fades. If you pretend like Buddha you could become Him. You can go up to the Big Star and leave the Earth. You can pass by the Moon and the Sun and meet the Master and leave for the hereafter. You can adapt quickly detachment, minimalism and simplicity. This would be the essence of Beauty. The presentation of your Poetry could be your consecration. You could go to the Rose room to finish your book. It is better to be an old pianist if you want to maintain your brain. You can always play Chopin. In the crisp weather of Fall you can complete all your projects. The problems of the world are solved by leaving it and refreshing your brain first. You can use your Third Eye as a collection point for gathering cosmic energy. The use of a car is considered very Bourgeoisie and is something to refrain from. Continuous adaptation could be like your floor space. You can overcome just numbness and become exalted. The formal sitting process could be like Zen. You legs and your forehead can be like the wailing wall in which you cross into another plane. You can listen to the Hymn of the Universe. Instead of crying you could be always vying. You can drink inner wine and call it mine. A Poem by David Smith October 8, 2019 #roseroom #minimalism #mindfulness #oldpianist #zen #paulbaduraskoda #davidsmith208